He was hurtling through time and space, without knowing what was happening. He couldn't even see the criminal he had been chasing. No warnings had been given before the criminal threw something on the ground and stepped through. Without hesitation he had followed, and now he was starting to suffer from motion sickness.

He was thrown onto pavement, a little jolted from his criminal was no where to be found, and he had no clue where he was. However, he knew he wasn't from the same time. The buildings were from a different era. The graffiti was ancient, and he recognized it from the 21st century. It was dark, and rain was pouring.

He had wandered around the streets, trying to get his bearings. He found out he was in the year 2011, about 345 years earlier than his time. Using libraries, he refreshed what he needed to know about the recent history. He lived off of what he found near dumpsters, or what strangers gave him.

One night he was walking along in a residential area when he heard a wobbly voice calling for help. He walked down an alley to find an older woman fallen on the ground in her pavement backyard. He hopped her fence and rushed to assist. She explained that she had slipped on the wet cement, trying to take out the trash. He scooped her up in his massive arms and took her inside the house, closing the door behind him. He set her down on the sofa and started trying to warm her up with nearby blankets. He checks out her hip and leg, and discovers that her hip is out of socket. He calls for aid through 911 and soon the EMT's come and help.

At the hospital, he stays outside her room while the doctor puts her hip back in place. She needs someone to help at home for the next few weeks, and he walks in to volunteer. The lady claims he is her son, which anyone can tell they're not related, it's so clear from the different color of their—eyes. The doctor gives him a list. He takes her back home the next morning. Soon he's doing everything for her, all the chores, feeding the ever elusive cat, taking out the trash, cooking and cleaning. She treats him like the son she never had, and life is grand.

At night he strolls the streets, keeping an eye out for trouble. It is on one of the strolls that he comes across a blonde guy who can keep his own, in his mid-40's. This gentleman is protecting a couple street kids from a group of thugs, looking outnumbered until he shoots out energy beams from his chest, knocking down the thugs. Bishop takes care of the rest, and the gentleman, who introduces himself as Alex Summers, thanks him for assistance. Now they patrol together most nights.

Another night, he's patrolling by himself when he hears the call of a female, screaming about purse snatching. As he gets closer, the screams suddenly stop and he rounds the corner to see her give the money calmly from her purse to the thief. As he prepares to knock him out, the female turns around and blocks him by turning into diamond, protecting the thief behind her. She explains to his bewilderment what is going on, and they let the thief go on his way. She introduces herself. "My name is Emma. Emma Frost."

"Bishop, Lucas Bishop."

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Emma thought she would never escape. The tunnel had taken so long to carve out. Night after night, morning after morning, any time she could give towards the only way out she could see. Now she had to only pick another girl to go with her. She was sure of the one she wanted, and now she just had to get through today's session.

After the session finished, she was left in the room. She waited until the man had completely gone before searching under the mattress. She found what she had hidden and waited to be let out. The stolid man came up as he always did, and checked her over as usual. She scooted past him and headed towards the stairs. She hurried down both flights before being admitted into the general room with all the other girls. She sat down next to Merry.

Looking around, making sure the guard wasn't looking, Emma showed her the screwdriver she had hidden. As soon as the guard stepped out, Emma took off Merry's collar, then hers was also deactivated. Emma led Merry through the tunnel, coming up on the other side of the fence, in the trees. They didn't stop, not bearing to believe they were free just yet.

They stuck together because neither was willing to go for it alone. They made it to New York before they felt even remotely safe. Emma decided she was going to try and continue on on her own, and she and Merry split up.

Emma soon found work at a daycare, and was taken in by one of the other girls working there as a roommate. She found enjoyment in taking care of the children, and fell in love with the ones that tugged on her heartstrings. Life was good, and soon she found herself smiling often.

Late one night, she had to make a run to the grocer's a couple blocks away. As she turned the corner, a man grabbed her purse, swinging her around with his force. Her screams permeated the air. His face was masked, but with sudden clarity, she could hear him talking to himself. About how he could do this, he had to, his family needed food and money soon. She recognized his voice as the father of one of her little ones at daycare. He reacted in shock when she spoke his name. She told him not to worry, that she would give him what little she had. As she reached into her purse and grabbed the little cash she had in her wallet. His body stance changed suddenly with fear as he spied someone behind her. She turned around and instinctively transformed into her diamond skin, protecting the father behind her.

A tall dark man, with bullet proof vest stood in front of her. He was acting like a cop, but he wasn't one. She hurried to explain what was going on. After a pause, the newcomer relaxed, and the father went on his way. She watched the father walk back towards home, and when Emma turned back to the very good looking gentleman, she introduced herself.

"My name is Emma. Emma Frost."

"Bishop, Lucas Bishop."